Man in the Mirror

~man in the mirror~ don't feel like I have a right to complain when I inspect my blessings yet I do it anyway guess this is a confession not trying to seek perfection just hoping I can lessen some of this stress that's been upsetting my mind's digestion though I suppose I'm only setting myself up for rejection when I'm rarely open to suggestions I know people mean well but they barely even seem to see the parts of me that I let them if they knew what I see when I look at my reflection they'd probably do a double take second guessing the message suggested by my expression used to think I was as easy to read as the rest but it seems that's only true when viewed from my perspective... been feeling less engaged more out of touch with consensus restless with the rest it's like I slept too much sometimes I start to wonder if my aggression is misdirected as I'm reminded of my current comforts but then remember back to a time when I did more with less to get this and heck if I'm being honest, I'm still somewhat encumbered by the weight of my past yeah my conscience is haunted but is it really so bad if I want to move beyond it to appreciate what I have? perhaps yeah thanks that's great go motivate those toxic traits train of thought derailed when interrupted by my failure to collaborate with the other half of me so tragically what happens is this loco motive is going off track to hit another low point just to show it knows how to bounce back You claim imperfections make human But I'm the perfect version of you man You still can't quit smokes but I learned that I can cure cancer cause no one ever even needed those you see now how I've been the answer? You didn't fully make amends with your father before he died Never lost my relationship with mine plus he's still alive You lose your temper in front of your son Mine has only ever seen my love I've seen you argue with your wife Me and mine always treat each other right You use your back injury as a crutch I never lacked the spine in me for need of such All you make that I don't make Is make excuses for mistakes Who gives a fuck if right now I'm fake When I'm still what you wish that you became I know what you can do And it's much better than you prove So quit struggling to move When you've got too much to lose Eyes seeing red through a polarized lens It's time to get the lead out when I decide to sieze the pen Squeezing mine by its neck before I even wet the end you're more hype than adept now kind of a let down trying to be the next found O U dying to be the best? how? Y, E-ven AI can't seem to come correct when trying to pick the best vowel cause only I alone am equipped with the prerequisites best fit for investing in submitting sound like I've got the beat itself in an arm bar helplessly held their attention with frightening types of hyperextension my intentions relentless to give rise to enlightened conventions rising ascension elevating my strides of progression to new heights as I climb right up from the depths of another violent depression using the nexus known as introspection to move my messes into shapes that I can use to transcend them regrets getting set like pylons bygones of success excessively piled on to the nest until my next objective is such an effortless step that I'll end up perplexed how I ever regressed till I get so full of pride that I forget my place and take another dive like a tidal wave drown out the lies I'd author-ized giving asylum to my idle state like I signed off on my own demise it's a twisted cycle viciously vital when my self reprisal ignites denial to light a pyre comprised of all my mistakes. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)